Handle With Care

Chapters

What's in the box?
An aphrodiasiac a day keeps the tension away
Return to sender

What's in the box?

Early morning light trickled into Applejack’s barn through the cracks of closed windows, illuminating the hay covered floor and red walls with a light yellow tint. At the center, Applejack stared at Vinyl Scratch with a sideways glance and an quirked brow. To Vinyl’s side lay a long, wooden shipping crate packed with hay around the edges. A few ropes and straps lay limp at the bottom and a pink chest marked ‘toys’ sat to the side.

“So what do you say, Applejack? Want to try it?” Vinyl said, her eyes lowering, each word dripping off her tongue like honey. “You’ve been all pent up and need a break. I can practically feel it.”

Applejack bit her lip then took a deep breath. She and Vinyl had been dating for quite some time now, and their relationship had quickly turned to more questionable activities of late. It had started out pretty normal—typical new girl in town curiosity for Applejack when Vinyl moved in from Canterlot. But from ‘hello, and welcome to town,’ things had advanced pretty quick. Vinyl had always been used to the party scene, and likewise made her move when she was attracted to someone right away.

Applejack blushed a bit, remembering those early days. Vinyl had been ready to jump right in, and with a some gentle coaxing, Applejack had broken down and nervously tried sex with a mare for the first time. After that, her marefriend had only wanted to keep upping the ante with all kinds of promiscuous games. Vinyl certainly was a creative artist after all.

“Hellooooo, earth to Applejack. You in there cowgirl?” Vinyl said, as she turned and brushed her blue tail across Applejack’s face.

Applejack flinched and shook her head, not realizing she had been daydreaming. Her eyes once again met with the box and she shifted her gaze away, blushing.

“Eh, Vinyl, I’m just not sure I’m completely comfortable with this idea. I mean, a shipping fetish? I thought that was where stallions wrote about their favorite characters gettin’ together and ruttin’ on the internet.”

Vinyl lowered her brow. “What the...? No! Who does that? That’s the dumbest thing ever.” Applejack shrugged. “Ugh, Applejack, this is shipping as in the mail, not relation-shipping. See, you get in the box and I package you up, stuffing you with all kinds of kinky fun toys and you have to wait helplessly until you get to my house where I open you up and let you cum. Just imagine it, all those postal workers, inches away from your body as you ache for relief, helplessly pleasured until you arrive.” Vinyl bit her lip, quivering.

Applejack’s face nearly caught fire, her face turning crimson red. “Scratch, w-why would ya think I’d want to do something weird like that?”

Vinyl sat down and put a hoof to her chin. “Oh, I don’t know, I just thought I could smell this one sweet scent that’s the telltale sign of a certain sexy-cute-mare-I-know’s need for release. Oh well, guess I was sorely mistaken” she said with a shrug. “I’ll just pack these toys up and diddle myself alone today.”

Vinyl turned and slowly bent over with her hindquarters pushed up just a tad more than normal as she moved to pick up her things. Her tail swished back and forth, each time coming close to giving a peek of her soft nether lips. Each time was close, but never yielding, never fully moving away enough for a good view of her feminine folds.

Applejack’s knees nearly buckled as she felt a hot feeling build up in her core. “Vinyl, p-please...” she murmured.

“Oh no, don’t worry about it, AJ,” Vinyl said with a coy grin. “I’ll just pick out one of my big, full, vibrating toys to play with later, and you can go ahead and go about your day as you are. I mean, seeing as you’re not worked up like you sometimes get or anything. It’s odd because I can seem to recall you telling me about your problems with certain...tensions, that you have around this time. I think it was a weekly issue? Well, whatever, let me just make sure I didn’t leave anything else.”

Vinyl Scratch sauntered over to Applejack’s side, her hips bouncing with a sexy sway. She swished her tail, gently teasing the side of AJ’s coat. Applejack started to feel a little dizzy. Her breathing had turned hot and her face ached like she had a lethal fever. Standing there, almost shivering, she finally noticed a warm wet feeling creep down her leg. Applejack clenched her eyes shut, not even needing to look—she was soaked.

“Vinyl, come on stop teasin’ already, Ah—hah!” She gasped and bit down on her lower lip as Vinyl moved her way around AJ’s backside, giving a few tail flicks against the heated pony’s flank. “Ok ok... I might need a little attention, m-maybe. Vinyl c-could you please j-just pick a toy an’...an’...” Applejack could feel the blush increase and she struggled to say the word aloud.

Vinyl stopped as she came around to Applejack’s other side. She brushed her tail against Applejack’s sore slit, pretending not to notice. “Hmm well, Applejack, I’m not so sure what you mean unless you actually say it clearly.”

“Vinyl, c-come on. You know what I’m tryin’ to say.”

Vinyl tilted her head. “Hm? I’m sorry,” Her voice changed to a purr as her eyes lowered. “You might need to beg.”

“Gosh darn it, I need ya to rutt me!” AJ yelled, nearly on the verge of collapsing at this point. Her face burned, her breath felt hot, and it felt like the air itself stung her swollen lips as she dripped more and more onto the barn floor. “Dammit, Vinyl, I need it so bad. It gets like this, I don’t know why, but I get so hot and bothered sometimes. Maybe it’s just because I work in the sun a lot or something—I don’t know, and I don’t care. I, just need to ya slam into me with whatever you want right this instant!”

Vinyl giggled and slinked away, sitting down next to the box. “No.”

Applejack was nearly on the verge of tears as she moved her stetson over her face. “Vinyl, you said you wanted to help. It’s real bad right now and you just keep teasing me. P-please, I can’t do it alone anymore; it doesn’t do anything! Why won’t you help me?”

“I didn’t say that. I just said I wasn’t going to rutt you this very instant.”

Applejack perked up. “What?”

Vinyl gestured to the box, raising her eyebrows and licking her lips.

“Oh no, no no no no no, there ain’t no way I can do that! Please just use a strapon or something. M-maybe the long, two pony one?” Applejack said, her eyes almost glazing over as she stared at the familiar pink toy chest.

Vinyl slammed her hoof down, holding the case shut. “Nope.”

“Vinyl!”

“Box,” Vinyl said, pointing a hoof. “I want to try this and I know you’ll like it.”

“I’m not doin’ it.”

Vinyl Scratch gave a slow smirk as she casually laid over on her back and pulled out a long purple vibrator from her chest.

“Oh no, no amount of your teasing is ever going to get it to happen.”

Vinyl shrugged and lubed the toy with her mouth. She moved the toy downwards, taking her sweet time as she watched Applejack stare, shifting back and forth.

“V-Vinyl, I don’t c-care what you do in front of me,” AJ stuttered.

Vinyl continued, caressing her body with her hooves. Applejack could feel her sex overflowing as she watched helplessly, her body burning as hot as her face now. “That’s fine,” Vinyl said. “I’ll just be here, all alone, doing who knows what in the barn while you work.”

Applejack gulped.

Vinyl smirked and gave a wink. “Just try not to think about it.”

Gosh darnit, Vinyl Scratch,

Applejack lay her head back in the container as she felt the bumps of the shipping carriage against her back. She breathed deep and looked around in the dim light provided by air slits in the box. Her back lay against soft hay and she could feel a ball gag stuck in her mouth. Leather straps bound her forehooves to her sides and a bar clamped around her bottom hooves, pulling her legs open in a ‘v’ shape.

A large, foot-long pink dildo buzzed deep within her flower. The toy was Vinyl's biggest, at three inches across, and stretched Applejack quite a bit. Just putting it in a few inches had caused her to let out little squeals of pleasure, despite how incredibly embarrassing it had been. She had wanted to have the thing slammed in full bore but Vinyl had refused to push it more than a few inches, saying it would be more fun this way. Always the tease, Applejack thought.

She sighed and turned her head to the side. Other than being a little cramped and unable to move much, it had been quite comfortable. At first she had felt a bit scared, having never done any kind of bondage play in her life. Heck, before Vinyl she had never even kissed a stallion. Now she had begun to see what the point of this shipping fetish was. The helplessness, the lack of control, the reliance on Vinyl to open the shipping crate later, and relieve Applejack’s arousal...

AJ’s face flushed at the thought and she bucked her hips forward involuntarily. She didn't know why, but that thought, that single idea of being trapped at the edge, begging for release at every waking moment under the thin veil of the container—it drove her mad.

Applejack moaned into the bit as her lust surged, peaking again from the light teasing of the vibrator. She arched her back and tried her best to grind forward but to no avail. She struggled against the straps and harnesses, desperately trying to somehow get one loose and tend to herself—anything at all. Her hooves on her swollen clit, the vibrator getting shoved deep within her, she didn't care.

Applejack groaned in frustration then finally sighed and lay down again. It had been like this for an hour now and she couldn't do a thing about it despite her unstoppable instinct to try at different intervals. Applejack was restrained too well, heated to the edge but completely unable to satiate herself. A fresh blush spread across her face. Dammit, Vinyl, why ya always gotta get me to do this kinky stuff. I hope you didn't make this trip too long—this is driving me crazy!

The shipping carriage ground to a halt then gave a small jolt as the brakes kicked in. Applejack sat up as best she could and pricked her ears to listen. The back door made a grinding sound as it slid against the metal guides, and light poured in through the crate’s air slits. Must be at the sorting facility now, she thought. Won't be that much longer now. I just have to hold out, then Vinyl can let me cum at last.

She felt the carriage push down, a heavy hoovestep landing on the bed followed by the sound of creaking suspension. After a moment, she could hear faint talking and packages being slid across the wood floor and out of the back. Applejack did her best to stifle her heavy breathing as the sounds neared.

Two ponies moved around her, and with a grunt, lifted her up and moved to the back of the carriage and down a ramp. Applejack's head tipped down first and the phallic toy at her crotch slipped up her marehood an inch. Applejack let out a soft yelp of pleasure.

“Did you hear something?” a voice said as they evened out and continued.

“Hm? No.”

Her chest rose and fell, each breath puffing out like steam while she struggled to calm herself. She was close, so ridiculously, unstoppably close that it almost made her eyes roll back in her head. What she would give to just reach right down there and shove the vibrator deep inside. Applejack bit down hard on the ball gag and twisted her face into the soft hay to stifle another moan just from the thought. She had to try to keep herself under control; if she came now there was no way she'd be able to keep it quiet and everypony would hear.

Applejack's suddenly found herself unsure whether she should thank Vinyl for the ball gag or curse her. On one hand, it was muffling her voice but it also stopped her from calling out to the mover stallions and getting them to rutt her till she fainted.

“Oi, watch the wall!”

“What?”

The top of the box banged up against something hard and the vibrator shifted out of her. “Idiot,” one of the voices grumbled, as the container pushed back and continued on.

Applejack sighed in relief. As disappointed as she was to have the tingling pleasure leave her, she was going to need a break if she aimed to stay quiet. Applejack wasn't going to be able to cum on such a low setting but it was impossible to keep her voice in at this point. Now she could hopefully just relax and endure the rest of the trip without being tormented. Applejack calmly breathed through her nose as her heart rate sank back down, the heat in her face receding. Good, she thought. I can do this now.

“Last one here, Derpy. Where do you want it?”

“Let me see where I can put it,” a cute and slightly slurred voiced said. Applejack could hear a series of flaps and a hard, clumsy landing right next to her as the box held still. She quirked a brow. Derpy was her final deliverer? Well, she did live in Ponyville so that made sense.

Applejack felt herself spin and start up the loading ramp, her feet leading this time. She eyed the toy as the blood went to her head from the incline. The large vibrator shifted an inch, aiming right at her marehood. Applejack’s eyes went wide. Don't slip, don't slip... The toy slid forward a pinch but stopped again a fraction of an inch away. Applejack let out a breath she hadn't known she’d been holding. Thank Celestia..

“Hey, watch that edge this time.”

“Hm?”

The box suddenly slammed hard into something metal and the vibrator flew forward. Instead of penetrating her however, the tip fell against Applejack's clit, pressing hard. Applejack drew in a sharp breath and her eyes flew open, pupil's shrinking to pinpricks. She arched her back as the toy’s vibrations drilled hard against her pleasure center. A bolt of pleasure overwhelmed her, pushing her even closer to climax. Ah! Oh Celestia, I'm gonna cum! I'm going to cum and they're all going to hear it. Oh please—please just put the box down. I can't stop it!

“I don't know if I actually have the room on this one,” the voice of Derpy said.

“Are you sure?”

“Hm...Yup, no space.”

Applejack’s entire mind blanked as she writhed in ecstasy. The feeling was climbing with every second. She clenched her eyes shut as she twisted around in the crate, straining against the restraints. A barely suppressed moan escaped her lips as she held onto her last fading shreds of endurance. Please, Derpy, hurry up and pick a spot. I don't care where, just do it quick. I'm gonna cum any second.

“Maybe we'll have to just leave this one for next time?”

“Wouldn't that mean it would be delayed for a whole day?”

Applejack bit down hard on the gag as the vibrator pushed onto her clit even harder and continued to buzz away. She tried as hard as she could to keep her voice down but there was no way she could stop this if she came, and Applejack could feel the holy grail of orgasms about to hit her. Her eyes rolled back in her head, her limbs twitching uncontrollably as her body's final threads of endurance slowly wisped away. I don't even care anymore—I can't take this. I just want to cum and scream my lungs out and I don't care who knows! I can't even think straight anymore! Just let me cum, let me cum, let me cum, let me cum...

“Oh there we go. Just set it standing up over here.”

Applejack felt the box suddenly tilt, the movement throwing the vibrator off of her clit. The box then slammed down and threw Applejack with it, ramming her onto the vibrator just as the carriages back door closed. Applejack reeled her head back, eyes bulging as she felt the oversized device launch as far as it could go. She hadn’t even noticed that the ball bag had been disconnected and her tongue was laying limp out of her mouth. The last of her fortitude crumpled away like a paper boat in a hurricane.

Applejack yelled her lungs out, as a huge gush of her love juices sprayed all over her legs. She rocked her hips with each subsequent wave, her eyes nearly rolling into her head as her tongue lolled limply out of her mouth. Applejack kept cumming, over and over, spraying more of her hot liquid than she ever had in her lifetime. It was like her mind was on fire with pleasure. Every nerve in her body was electrified, crying out in complete incoherent ecstasy.

With a final gush, her squirting finished. The vibrator fell back to it’s normal position a few inches in with a wet schlup. A moist spot had formed on the floor and her shaking legs stood completely soaked, lines of sexual fluid still running down her inner thighs as she panted. If she hadn't been held standing she would have collapsed.

After a minute, Applejack came back to coherence, albeit feeling a bit lightheaded and severely flushed. Her hot breath reflected back off the wood crate and onto her already heated face as a goofy smile formed it’s way across her lips. “Ha...hoo nelly. That was insane,” she said in between deep breaths.

The shipping carriage lurched forward as the engine hummed to life, the floor at Applejack’s feet rumbling just like it had on her way to the sorting facility. Applejack tilted her head to the side, closed her eyes and let out a long yawn. Her ejaculation had taken a lot out of her and she was in the need for a good rest. She drifted to sleep as the vibrator buzzed away inside her.

An aphrodiasiac a day keeps the tension away

“Hey, Vinyl. What’re you an’ Applejack up to today?”

Vinyl Scratch grimaced as she was awoken by a high pitched voice. She lifted her red shades with a hoof and opened an eye to see her marefriend's sister, Apple Bloom. Vinyl groaned. She had set herself up in a fold-out lounge chair near the barn and decided to catch some rays and a nap earlier. Apparently certain filly sisters had other ideas, but Apple Bloom was pretty adorable so maybe it wasn’t so bad.

Vinyl sat up, stretching her hooves above her head and yawned. “Okay, Apple Bloom, what is it? I was trying to catch some shut eye before Applejack gets here,” Vinyl said as she lay back down, facing the other way.

Apple Bloom cocked her head to the side. “I thought ya’ said you and mah sis had a super special day all planned out and stuff. That’s why I had to give her this, right?” Apple Bloom held out a glass vial with pink liquid inside. “I’ve never heard of a health drink called an, Aff-ro-dee-sayik. How long do I have to keep putting this stuff in her breakfast?”

“We’ve been over this, Apple Bloom,” Vinyl said as she turned to face her. “It’s special medicine so Applejack can take care of some relaxation issues because she gets stressed and nervous.”

“Well okay, but why do I have to make sure Applejack doesn’t know about it?”

“Well...” Vinyl sighed and moved to her back. “Applejack wouldn’t like taking it, you could say. She has quite a bit of pride and sometimes doesn’t always like trying new things that deep down she’ll like. That medicine just...” She put a hoof to her chin. “Helps things along.”

“Huh...” Apple Bloom turned the vial over in her hooves, watching bright colored liquid move around. “I wonder what it tastes like,” she said.

Vinyl’s eyes shot wide open and she spun around, snatching the vial out of Apple Bloom’s hooves. Apple Bloom quirked an eyebrow. “Why’d you do that?” she said, narrowing her eyes. “Ya wouldn’t give my sister something dangerous would you?”

Vinyl pulled the bottle close and looked away as she gave an awkward smile. “Um, no, Apple Bloom, it’s just that this isn’t really something you should be drinking, particularly at your age. Maybe I can tell you about it when you’re older?” Vinyl said, tapping her hooves together.

Apple Bloom huffed and gave a limp kick at the dirt. “Ugh, fine. But, one of these days though I want you guys to show me all this older stuff you keep talking about though. I’m ready and I want to try it.”

Vinyl looked at the Apple Bloom, studying her growing curves. She was indeed growing into a mare, and she’d have to learn about sex sometime soon. Vinyl snickered to herself. AJ would definitely flip at the idea of her little sister doing anything like what they did, but just maybe, if Apple Bloom played her cards right, Vinyl would show her a few things. Celestia knows the Apples would tell her anything about sex if Applejack was any evidence.

“I’ll talk to AJ about it then, squirt,” Vinyl said with a smirk as she carefully hooved Apple Bloom the vial and lay back down. “She probably won’t be comfortable with it but I think I may be able to persuade her a little. You’re growing up after all.”

“Whoa, really?” Apple Bloom said, a tremendous smile growing across her face.

“Sure, kid. Now, can you give me some shut eye? I’m still waiting for Applejack to get here and I have to catch up when I can. Lot’s of late night shows and stuff.”

Apple Bloom nodded and headed back to the house. Just as she was about to go inside, however, the ponyville mail carriage pulled up. The vehicle’s tires crunched against the dirt road as they slowed and it halted just beyond the white fence that outlined their farmland.

Apple Bloom paused That’s odd, she thought. Derpy usually only comes around to deliver produce in the winter for us, and it’s the middle of summer right now. What’s she up to?

The shipping carriage jarred Applejack awake as it screeched to a halt. Applejack yawned and blinked a few times, clearing the blur from her eyes. It had been a long ride, and she was more than ready to stretch after being tied down for so long.

Her face felt hot as she remembered her dream. For whatever reason, she had imagined being railed into blissful oblivion by Big Mac while Apple Bloom watched, the filly touching herself as her siblings rutted like animals. Applejack blushed and began to squirm. She remembered feeling Mac’s shaft pumping into her, the large member filling her completely. His rod massaged her inner walls like nothing she had ever felt. Applejack felt his breath on her back as he pounded away, making slap noises as his crotch smacked her ass.

Applejack caught herself drooling a bit. She quickly shook her head. Shoot...Why did I dream about my brother fucking me like that—with Apple Bloom watchin’ no less? She breathed out and let her head touch the back of the container. Oh well... It was just a dream. I’ve heard of weirder so no harm done, anyhow. I’m sure it was just nothing meaningful.

Applejack shifted and felt something moist in between in her legs. She froze.

“Oh no, ya gotta be kidding me...” she said, glancing down. Her marehood was dripping like a faucet as it the vibrator steadily pleasured her. “Ah...Ah got turned on by the idea of...” she could feel her face redden, unable to even complete the sentence out loud. Maybe somehow she really did want Big Mac to rail her deep and hard with his big long—

Applejack banged her head against the front of the box. Darnit, I need to get to Vinyl right now... she thought.

The back door slid up and light once more flooded through the air slits, giving Applejack a faint visual of what was around her. A few flaps and clopping hooves signalled Derpy landing in the back of the carriage. Applejack could hear her flipping through papers of some sort then set down a clipboard with a clack. A second later, the pegasus flew back and grabbed Applejack’s box, tipping it back. The restricted mare resisted a yelp as the container leaned over and caught on what she assumed was a two-wheeled dolly. She felt movement for a moment, then gravity shifted forward. Applejack fell on her belly, her face pressed against the front of the box as it pushed near the edge. She started to tip but before she could fall, Derpy placed a hoof on the side hanging in the truck bed, preventing it from going over just yet.

“Serial number for Apple’s shipment...” Derpy mumbled, flipping through papers again.

Applejack turned her inner eyebrows up as she waited, feeling her heat rising. A hot feeling starting in her groin and a small, tingling sensation wormed it’s way up her spine, making her shiver. “Ah, oh jeeze it’s started again,” she whispered, panting. “Gosh darn it...haa...why does this happen? I’m not even in heat but I just keep getting—mmmff—like this. Ahhh...fffuck.”

Applejack clenched her teeth, barely suppressing her urge to grind forward as the vibrator buzzed away. Her arousal dripped across her legs as well as the bottom of the crate, both of which had already taken on quite a bit of dampness. She tensed and wormed around, dying inside as she struggled to suppress her voice. She failed now and again with little high pitched ‘ah’s that thankfully never caught Derpy’s attention.

Sh-Shoot. C-come on Applejack thought, clenching her eyes shut. J-just a little while longer while Derpy finishes with some paperwork. Vinyl will be at the farm to pick me up and she’ll pound me for hours if I want now.

“Heya, Derpy! Whadya doin’ here at this time o’ year?”

Applejack perked up. That was Apple Bloom. She turned her head to look out one of the breathing slits and saw her sister. She stood just to the side of the overhanging container examining it with a curious stare.

“Oh nuthin’ special,” Derpy said. “Just handling some serial number stuff for your shipping history before I drop off this one.”

“Well, we don’t normally get shipments of anything except in winter,” Apple Bloom said, as she walked under the box, looking for any hint as to what was inside.

Something slick dripped out of one of the air holes and dropped with a light ‘plick’ onto the ground, grabbing Apple Bloom’s attention. Applejack’s heart nearly stopped. Was that...? She looked down toward her legs, and to her horror, her fears were confirmed. She had gotten so aroused that her juices had actually started to drip down and out of the bottom air holes.

Apple Bloom quirked a brow as she poked a hoof into the viscous lubricant before walking over and peering into the slit it had come from.

Dang it, Applejack thought. I can’t do anything about it. I practically soaked myself from earlier and now it’s like I sprung a leak. She let out a hot pant as another wave of pleasure washed over her. Apple Bloom, move out from under there. I...nnn-ahhh!

Applejack watched helplessly as a generous helping of her arousal plopped down right on top of her little sister’s face. Apple Bloom flinched and back pedalled, trying to wipe the fluid away.

“Ahh, what the hay was that?” Apple Bloom said. “Derpy, I don’t think this is the right crate. There’s something wet in there.” The filly crossed her eyes to look at her wet muzzle and gave the liquid a quick lick. “An’ it tastes like apples and hot sauce.”

Applejack’s face nearly caught fire. Her sister had just gotten a face full of her mare spunk and then licked it. What was even worse, it had actually made Applejack’s arousal that much higher.

Shoot, that’s mah lil’ sis, she thought. Oh Celestia, what if she hears me and opens the box? I can’t let Apple Bloom know what I’m doing but she’s right there, staring straight at me. Ahh...I need to keep quiet or she’ll know that I’m in here close to cumming. Ahh jeeze, can’t believe I’m getting turned on by this. What’s wrong with me?!

“Look, Derpy,” Apple Bloom began. “We aren’t really expecting any shipments for a while. I think this might be a mistake of some sort. What did you say this is again?”

Derpy glanced back down to her clipboard. “Paperwork says it’s pears.”

Apple Bloom stuck her tongue out. “Ew, pears are the scum of the earth.”

“Wha...?”

“This can’t be for us,” Apple Bloom said, shaking her head.

Derpy furrowed her brow, her eyes crossing more than usual as she looked back to the sheet. The shipping history’s contents showed ‘apples’ marked back as far as the dates could go. She scrunched her face, and shrugged. “Well ok then! I guess I’ll be taking it back to the sorting facility. That’s kinda a bummer though—Whoever is looking for these pears won’t be able to get them till tomorrow.”

Applejack’s eyes shot open. “What did she say?” she whispered. “Aw, tartarus, Ah can’t take—nnnf—spending a whole ‘nother twenty f-faaah fuck...twenty four hours like this. Vinyl, please help, I need to cum so bad and I’m dying here.”

Applejack tossed and turned, twisting her knees as the toy played with her flower beyond her reach. She wracked her brain, trying to figure out what to do while her lightheadedness kept rising. On one hoof, she could spend a night being teased by the vibrator and her own progressively kinky thoughts, hanging on the very edge of climax for hours on end. Then again, the ball gag had fallen out, and she could call out to Derpy and Apple Bloom if she really wanted to, but... Applejack blushed. “Darnit, I don’t know...”

“Okay, well good luck with the rest of your route then. Want an Apple Muffin?” Apple Bloom said.

Derpy paused. “That’s a thing?”

Apple Bloom pursed her lips. “Yes, it’s a thing! What? Do you think we just put apples in everything no matter what?”

The cross eyed pegasus blinked, not saying anything for a moment. “I’d love one.”

Applejack’s breathing was starting to pick up and she could feel herself starting to get close to orgasm. It was now or never. She either had to face the music and have Apple Bloom see her tied up, being played with and soaking everything to the core and begging to be pounded like a mare in heat, or have nothing to do but be pleasured and wish to cum for hours.

“Ah... Aaahhh, oh c’mon, why couldn’t Vinyl have just put apples on the darn shipping info. She sh-shaah—should have known that something might h-haappen, nnnn.”

“Here’s your muffin, Derpy,” Apple Bloom said outside.

It was now or never...

“Thanks, Apple Bloom. I’ll see ya later then,” Derpy said as she pulled the shipping container back into the carriage.

Applejack’s face burned at the thought but she just had to do it—she had to say something. Applejack opened her mouth but hesitated. What would her sister think? Would Apple Bloom hate her, never talk to her and forever think her big sister was nothing but a big pervert? She paused, eyes starting to glaze over and lose focus. Apple Bloom might do that. Or... what if something else happened? What if her sister was okay with it? Applejack pictured Apple Bloom, looking down at her and getting wet herself. Later, she would come in to Applejack’s room late at night, both of them trapped in inescapable arousal. Apple Bloom would be confused and uncertain about her body and in need of an older sibling to show her how things worked. All it would take is a little helping hoof—just a little caress across her little sister’s lips and...

Applejack’s eyes were practically rolled back in her head as her tongue limply hung out onto the container. Her mind kept coming back to sex. Constant depraved thoughts wracked her consciousness, pushing out any semblance of coherence. It didn’t matter what her sister thought anymore. All that mattered was getting to finally cum and Applejack could feel it coming like a freight train. It could be her little sister who did it for all she cared at this point. Applejack concentrated, held back a few tears and took a deep breath. “I have to do it... Celestia, Apple Bloom, don’t hate me please.”

The storage door to the carriage slammed shut. Applejack’s breath caught in her throat, her pupils shrinking to pinpricks. “N-no...no, Derpy wait!” she yelled, leaning forward hard against her restraints. “I c-haaaah-fuuuuck. I can’t even t-talk anym-more. D-derpy... I don’t care at this point. I j-just need to get off...aahhhh. Mmf, Mac, Bloom, Vinyl, just somebody please fuck me!!”

The engine roared to life, and within a few moments, the vehicle picked up speed. Applejack sank back down and dropped her face against the hay as she fought back the moisture in her eyes. “Dang it...I just, haah, n-need to get off.”

The truck lurched when it hit a bump in the road, jerking the packages in the back. Applejack winced as the movement teased her sensitive slit through the vibrator stuck against the floor. Another bump shoved it deeper again, causing Applejack to clench her eyes shut and moan. She slumped to the side, her eyelids have closed. Jeeze, what’s with all the bumps she thought.

The truck hit what sounded like another sizeable pot hole and bucked upwards. Applejack squeaked as the vibrator dislodged from her marehood and landed back on her firm rounded plot. She gasped for breath as the toy slid between her cheeks, the device having been lubricated thoroughly by her own juices. It came to a stop at her nether entrance.

“D-dang it, why?”Applejack whimpered, pressing her face against the floor as she grit her teeth. She glanced back at her butt, eyeing the object of her salvation. Applejack blushed then looked to the side.

“I don’t even care anymore...” she sobbed and pushed down with her hips as best she could, keeping the toy in line with her plot hole. The first inch popped in and she threw her head back with a yell as waves of pleasure shot right to her brain. Applejack cringed as the toy beat against her back entrance, wave after wave sending a feeling of crippling ecstasy through her system.

“Aah! I can feel it moving up my butt. I-It’s up in there. Nnn...I’ve never played with my ass before. This is like nothing I’ve ev-ver felt. Ahhh, oh fuck, this is too much for me. I’m gonna’ go crazy. I-I can’t...It’s ahh. It’s too big. I want it back out now,” she said, clenching her eyes shut and trying to pull away.

The carriage hit a huge bump, sending the phallic toy lurching forward in one forceful thrust.

Applejack nearly fainted as it drilled into her, going all the way to the hilt. Her ass felt like it had been set on fire with pleasure and the feeling took over her brain. She tensed and arched her back, completely losing her mind. As her mind shut down, lost in complete ecstasy, her marehood clenched and sprayed juices everywhere. Wave after wave of marecum blasted across the inside of the container. Applejack kept her loopy expression even as plenty of it splashed across her belly. She convulsed with each shockwave of euphoria, some of the cum even hitting her face and getting in her open mouth. Applejack didn’t react, too lost in her bliss for anything to register.

Finally she stopped. Her legs shivered as she lay there and lost consciousness. The vibrator buzzed away, promising pleasant dreams and an even wilder next morning.

Return to sender

Vinyl Scratch tapped a hoof against the ground as she stood next to her mailbox, just outside her cottage home. She sat and looked down the dirt road through Ponyville’s streets, watching as several ponies crossed about and made small talk, smiling and laughing the day away. Her eyes scanned for a white and blue mail carriage, the likes of which seemed to taunt her with it’s absence. Vinyl huffed and looked up to the sun to check the time before snapping back to the road.

“Jeeze, Derpy, can you get any slower?” she said sitting down and flicking her tail back and forth.

Vinyl opened her mouth and covered a yawn. It had been a long night. She had to sort through quite the mess when Applejack hadn’t shown up yesterday for some reason. Vinyl had spent hours upon hours of staying on hold, giving ID numbers, and sorting through paperwork or shipping forms, all to try and figure out where exactly Applejack had ended up. Fortunately, things had finally gotten sorted out, but despite Vinyl’s every try, the mail route couldn’t deliver her package in the middle of the night. Now, her shipment was on schedule to be delivered to her doorstep. She wouldn’t take any chances this time around with the farm.

Oh well, trial by fire I guess. Besides, she’ll cum like a rainboom now, Vinyl thought with a snicker. Her chuckle slowly died and her gaze drifted down as her tail wrapped around her. “I hope she isn’t mad at me...”

Screeching brakes broke Vinyl out of her thoughts as a carriage embroidered with a letter attached to a pair of wings pulled up in front of her house. Vinyl jumped to her feet, a huge smile forming on her face.

“Hey, Vinyl Scratch,” Derpy said with a smile, as she flew around to the back. “I guess ya got a package?”

“Oh my gosh, yes! You’re here! I’ve been waiting for her–IT! I’ve been waiting for it I mean, and by that I mean these, uh...” Vinyl looked down at the shipping order form. “These pears,” she said, snapping back to Derpy with a nod but did a double take. “Wait—what? I...did I really write that? What the heck? Jeeze, I guess I really didn’t give a crap.”

Derpy stopped halfway down the the ramp with Applejack’s crate and blinked, staring at Vinyl. “Uh, so is this right then?” she said, inner eyebrows turning up. “I can’t really get in trouble with the bossman again. I’ve been trying but he keeps saying I just mess up all the time and I don’t know what to do...”

“Uh, no no, this is definitely right, I just...” Vinyl looked down and smiled. “I guess I wasn’t really taking this as seriously as I should have and I screwed up is all. I...I’m hoping I can maybe be forgiven for forcing things on others. That’s really the cause of this whole thing. I won’t do it again.”

Vinyl felt a muffin set down on her head and she shifted her eyes up. Derpy was grinning with her big happy crossed-eyed look. “I think sometimes we all just need a muffin.”

Vinyl paused then giggled at the pegasus’ as she took the muffin off her head and bit into it. “Thanks, Derpy. Oh hey, this is apple flavor. I love these—how did you know?”

“I had an extra. So, you should probably take Applejack and get her inside soon.”

Vinyl Scratch violently coughed up muffin chunks onto the ground and she beat her chest. “Derpy, you knew!” she said, hoarsely. “I...wha? How?”

Derpy shrugged. “The shipping game? I didn’t know those were supposed to be a secret,” she said, and with a flap of her wings, she flew back to the carriages front seat. The vehicle’s engine roared to life and Derpy gave a happy-go-lucky wave as she pulled away. Vinyl Scratch stood there, stunned, staring down the road after her. What else does Derpy notice that nopony else does? she thought, furrowing her brow.

Her gaze drifted to the crate standing up to her side. “Aw dang, Applejack! I’ve got to get her inside and opened pronto.” Vinyl grabbed the crate and tilted it back onto her own dolly she had kept to the side. She grunted and strained as the full weight pressed down, but nonetheless managed to hold it up. Vinyl took a step toward her house and pulled hard, angling her head back and biting her lip. The crate came with her, albeit slowly, and soon dragged up the first step and into the house.

“Man, I’m never going to take Derpy’s shipping or mail service for granted ever again,” Vinyl said as she pulled the crate in. “Lugging this thing around is a freakin’ pain! It would have been better if this had all gone as planned and I helped her get off at the farm. I’ve got to go ahead and open AJ up before she sees me now. She hates kinky stuff like this.”

“Before who sees you doing what, Vinyl?”

Vinyl Scratch’s eyes bolted open and she snapped around, slamming her back up against the shipping crate. Octavia stood in front of her, head cocked to the side and mouth slightly ajar. “Oh—hey, Octavia. Fancy seeing you here—home—so early. I must have missed you when I came home and waited out front. Meet any cute stallions on your last trip to Canterlot?”

Octavia’s eyes widened and she took a step back and blushed. “Oh, well no, Vinyl, not really. Uh, but...” Octavia ran a hoof through her mane and looked to the side. “You see, Vinyl, there was something I wanted to talk to you about involving that.”

The mare had already started to move the shipping crate up the stairs, dragging the dolly wheels step by step with big whacks as she lurched backwards.

“Hey! Vinyl, I was talking to you! This is really important.”

“Yeah well,” Vinyl said between a grunt as she pulled the crate up another step. “I kinda have this package and I really need to uh...get it released an’—er like opened and relieved and—” She slapped a hoof to her face. “You know what? Nevermind. Package. Here now. Bye. Talk later,” Vinyl said, giving a wave as she finished the last step and back peddled into her room, shutting the door with a bang.

Octavia narrowed her eyes and huffed. She turned and galloped up the stairs after her room mate. Octavia banged on the door to with a hoof, which resulted in a frustrated groan on the other side. “Vinyl, I...” Octavia bit her lip and sat down. “I kinda just wanted to talk to you about my crush since you seem to know her really well.”

Vinyl rolled her eyes as she jammed a crowbar into the side of the shipping container and pulled. “Oh yeah? And who is that then? I party with everypony,” she said, grunting and saying the last word through clenched teeth.

“Applejack.”

“What!?” Vinyl’s jaw dropped as she fell back when the wood gave way, opening the front of the box. A dazed looking Applejack now stood facing her bedroom door, tongue hanging out and a thin strand of spittal connected to her chest. Her legs were absolutely drenched, twitching every few seconds and she stared off into space.

“Eh, okay well, Octy, that’s fine,” Vinyl called out as she got to her hooves. “I just uh...I kinda need a few seconds to get this off—er I mean out of the box—whatever! I just need you to go right now!”

She undid the harnesses holding her marefriend and let her down gently to the floor. Applejack’s head lolled to the side and she only tried to grind forward, unaware she now had use of her hooves again.

Vinyl paused as she went to remove the toy. “What the? Where the heck is the vibrator?” she whispered. “How does something that big go miss—wait, is that? Oh...wow...how did that happen?” she said, moving her head back.

“Vinyl Scratch,” Applejack breathed. “P-please, it doesn’t matter now. I just need to c-cum... I can’t think straight.”

“Alright, Applejack. Just relax, I’ll take care of everything,” she said quietly. Vinyl dipped her face down to Applejack’s flowing lips and pulled her hair back with a hoof. She closed her eyes and began licking her marefriend’s moist honeypot, drawing her tongue across her marefriends sex with practiced skill.

“I-I just...” Octavia said. “I don’t really understand why I like Applejack. I just do. She’s caring and honest and classy.”

“Oh, yeah definitely.” Vinyl flicked her tongue against Applejack’s clit a few times, eliciting a few quiet gasps.

“And, you seemed to be spending a lot of time with her and I was worried I guess. A-are you two already dating? Or...could you...maybe...” Octavia’s voice faded to a quiet whisper.

Vinyl Scratch stopped licking and put a hoof to her face. “Look, Octavia, I can let you hook up with her if you really want to, but right now I need you to go downstairs already!”

“Vinyl Melody Scratch, what has gotten into you! Wait... you bought a sex toy again, didn’t you!” Octavia yelled from the other side of the door.

Vinyl flinched. “Er—no?”

“Vinyl, you know what I told you about lewd behavior like that. It’s uncouth for a lady like yourself.” Vinyl Scratch rolled her eyes. “If you can’t keep such devices out of this house, I’ll be forced to remove them myself.”

Yeah, ok. Go ahead and try, miss prissy pants,Vinyl thought. She bent down and thrust her tongue forward into Applejack’s nethers. Her tongue snaked around, massaging every inch of her marefriends passage. Applejack grabbed Vinyl’s head and pushed her face down. Vinyl kept going to town, alternating between licks directly across AJ’s clit and diving her tongue down her slit. It wouldn’t be long now.

“What on earth are you doing in there?” Octavia said. “I can hear...slurping and something wet. Are you—eating? What could you be eating at a time like this?”

“Apples,” Vinyl said with a smirk.

“Fff, fuck, I-I’m going to cum, Vinyl,” Applejack breathed, trying to keep as quiet as possible. “I-I can feel it and it’s gonna be huge. Oh Celestia, I can’t hold back anymore.”

“...Vinyl, I’m not going to yell at you from this side of the door like I’m your mother. I’m coming in.”

Vinyl Scratch eyes widened as she rolled to the side and everything went into slow motion. The door handle turned, each degree seeming to click like a second hand of a clock, Applejack arching her back and, eyes blank and tongue rolling out. Octavia opened the door and her eyes shot open wide. A massive blush spreach across her face. “A-Applejack?” she squeaked, putting her forehooves to her mouth.

“Aaaaah!!” Applejack screamed, her head whipping back. A wave of spray blasted forward towards the door. Octavia stood stunned as she was soaked from head to hoof in her crush’s marecum. Applejack, grit her teeth as she blew wave after wave of pent up sexual lust across the room. Finally she finished, her legs quaking and holding her lower half up for a few seconds before she collapsed, a look of pure, lewd bliss across her face.

Octavia’s legs gave out on her. Her mouth hung open as her wet mane clung to her face, dripping onto the floor with small plicks. “I—A-Applejack? What were you...? This... Vinyl...I-I,” Octavia stammered, tears gathering at the sides of her eyes.

Vinyl Scratch sat to her marefriend’s side, having dodged Applejack’s squirting inadvertently. She rubbed the back of her neck and avoided eye contact with her roommate. “Uh, yeah...”

Octavia fell forward and buried her face in her hooves. She started crying, sobs wracking her body. “V-Vinyl how...how could you?” she said between bouts. “Applejack is...is like this? With you? I was wrong all along about everything! I feel so stupid!”

“Ooohh...yeah...I guess AJ is kinda into sex because of me, since we’re going out and stuff. I kinda-maybe-sorta introduced her to all the sex games I like, as well as–uh–the other stuff I do,” Vinyl pawed at the floor, her head lowered.

Octavia jolted up and glared at her roommate. “Vinyl, how could you do something like this! You corrupt her and then you get her off like a complete slut right in front me?”

“I didn’t ‘corrupt’ her, miss prim and proper, and for the record, she hasn’t done anal.” Vinyl glanced over to AJ’s plot. “Oh right... Nevermind.” Just as she looked back, Octavia pounced on her. “Agh, hey! Octavia, what’s wrong with you?!” Vinyl yelled as she tossed under her roommate.

Octavia pinned her and pulled over the leather straps and leg bar laying nearby. She then tied and attached them to Vinyl’s hooves. Octavia leaned back and stared down at her helpless roommate, straddling her waist. She licked her lips and smirked.

Vinyl squinted her eyes at Octavia. “Wait...Octy? Are you ok? You look a little flushed still. It’s like you’ve had some of the...” Her eyes shot open. “Oh no, Octavia wait! When Applejack came on you, it had traces of the—” Her voice cut her off as Octavia pulled a gag around her head.

Octavia’s eyelids lowered and her face reddened. Vinyl could even feel her roommate’s body heat on her crotch as well as a subtle moist feeling. Octavia rubbed her hooves across her body and squirmed. “Hah, I feel so hot right now. Vinyl, I—I think I want...I don’t know what.”

Vinyl yelled into the gag but nothing came out. Octy, stop! You got hit with an overdose of the aphrodisiac. You’re not thinking clearly right now!

Octavia looked over to Applejack, who lay on the floor in a heap with lazy, half-closed eyes. The heated mare leaned off Vinyl and slinked over. She moved to AJ’s side and kneeled down but blushed and looked away. Octavia swallowed, and closed her eyes. “Um, Applejack...I-I know you might not know me but, if you want to—I mean, if you really like that kind of stuff...” she said, shifting nervously.

Octavia bit her lip and dropped down. Her lips locked with Applejack’s, and the dazed mare’s eyes shot open. Octavia dove her tongue inside, tossing with Applejack’s and moaning all the while. Applejack could feel the fragrant moisture covering Octavia wetting her own coat and her lust surged again. The kiss felt amazing. Applejack pushed her own tongue forward, dueling with Octavia’s as her loins moistened. Finally, they separated, both with burning red etched across their faces.

Octavia licked her lips and glanced over to Vinyl. “So you two play a lot of kinky games, huh?” Applejack drew the side of her mouth back and looked away. “It’s okay if it’s you, Applejack, so... do you mind if I try?”

Author's Note

It's a known fact among the authors I talk to that I don't do clop, so when I offered Kaidan a free ticket for a one-shot, he told me I had to fix that. The prompt was Applejack X Vinyl Scratch and a shipping fetish which birthed what you see before you after several awkward writing sessions for me. Yet, the discomfort of my editors and probably you, young reader, makes that all worthwhile.